Posts by smoothwing
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;line-height:90%;font-size:14pt;font-family:arial;letter-spacing:-2px;color:#336699;]SHE BRUISES, COUGHS, SHE SPLUTTERS PISTOL SHOTS
HOLD HER DOWN WITH SOGGY CLOTHES AND BREEZEBLOCKS
♡ °. SHE'S MORPHINE, QUEEN OF MY VACCINE
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]//tw for hints of verbal abuse, just wanted to put it out there
Everything wasn't going to plan, but with Smoothkit when did it ever? His mother had tossed him a rotting snake to eat, her excuse was that it was hard to hunt after dealing with him. Apparently, it took all of her energy after nine hours of sleep to just pick an argument with her only remaining son. Her youngest. Smoothkit had spent the entire day quiet, not sure when it was safe to leave. When his mother's dark tabby pelt vanished out of their makeshift home, Smoothkit decided to take his chance. He would spread his wings and get the heck out of there.
Of course, that was how he ended up a little bit past the border into Shadowclan territory. Fear had set in on him as he scented the terrifying smell of Shadowclan after he passed the border. The light brown tabby with black markings would blink his wide, nervous blueish almost green eyes. What was he supposed to do? His breath would pick up as he realized that he had potentially just killed himself, which he wasn't sure if it was better than living with his mother or not. Sides heaving, the tom would pause in his stumbled walking to try and gather himself, though pausing wouldn't help the oncoming panic that would take over his body. Lightheadedness sunk in quickly, and Smoothkit found himself laying down on the marshy ground. His eyes fluttered to a close as he passed out from exhaustion and lack of oxygen from his mild panic attack.
It must have been early morning by the time he came through after his panic attack. Things were blurry as his eyes hadn't adjusted to the oncoming light that day was bringing, and his eyes stung from the tears he had shed earlier in the morning when the moon was still high in the sky. Panic still weighed heavy on his bones. What if his mother found him? What would she say to him then? Worse things than normal, probably. Shivering, the kitten would let out a startled cry. Where even was he? All he knew was that it smelled strange. The sounds of frogs croaking only calmed him a bit, it was a pattern that he could focus on as he would attempt to get his bearings. Perhaps he should call for help? No, someone might find him and bring him back to his mother. Instead, the male would curl into a ball as he tried to think over his plan. There was a way out of this, he just had to find it. Felines passing by would only see a slightly chubby tom kit curled up, shivering and sniffling. What a way to make a first impression.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]guess who finally joined sc
this chubby ball of sadness !
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]The sound of approaching pawsteps would alert the male and quickly Smoothkit tightened his ball that he was curled up into. The slightly chubby kitten would let out a scared mewl. What was he supposed to do? By the sound of the pawsteps they were fully grown which meant that he probably couldn't fight them or run from them. The voice spoke and Smoothkit couldn't help his ears from perking up instead of laying flat down on his head.
"hey, are you lost?"
Lost? Yeah he was lost. Smoothkit was lost in all senses of the word, he needed a way out, some way to make sense of this crazy world. The voice didn't sound threatening, but it made him tense up for a moment anyways. It was asking a question which he hadn't been asked in such a simple, caring tone in a long while. Slowly his blue-green eyes would peer over his paws and the male would squeak in shock. This cat had two faces! Smooth wasn't sure whether if he should be startled or not, so the male would sit up rather quickly, shoulders quivering and muscles drawn tight. "Y-yes!" He fumbled over his words embarrassingly and he stared at the floor.
"hello, young one. i hope we didn't startle you. my name is nutface. is everything okay?"
The next, handsome feline spoke up and once more Smoothkit's eyes flickered up to see Nutface and he let out a small whine. So they didn't all have two faces? Was that a good thing? Probably. Weighing the words that Nutface had spoke, Smooth would pull his tail even tighter around his paws. Had they startled him? Yeah, but at this point, it didn't take much. Was everything okay? Not exactly, he feared that one of these felines would take him back to his mother and that could not happen. He couldn't go back. Eyes widening, the male's words would spill out more. "Please don't take me back to my mother, please, please, please don't!" Here he was, pleading with complete strangers. Great.
"Are you alright?"
Was he alright? Not really, though when was he ever? The kit was cold, wet, hungry, scared and he felt utterly alone. Still, here he was, hoping for a chance for another life. He was fishing for opportunities here, and he was scared his line would break. Hearing the words that the new molly would speak, the tom would shake his head slowly from side to side. Tears were brimming in his wide eyes and he was shaking more. "I don't want to go back to my mom. Please, please don't let her have me!" It was all he could do now to hope and pray that they wouldn't.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]"It's okay, little one. We won't make you do anything you don't want to."
Relief flooded the male's body and he relaxed almost fully. His shoulders dropped, muscles were no longer drawn in almost painfully tight, and his gaze even relaxed a bit. So he was safe? Looking at the lime eyed molly, the male would breathe out softly. He was safe. These felines wouldn't take him back to his mother. This was the best thing anyone could have said to him. "Thank you." He murmured as he flicked his tail tip against the snow that coated the area. "Thank you so much." It wasn't something he said lightly, there was meaning and relief behind his words as he spoke.
"What's your name?"
His name? Smoothkit, it was the only thing he knew about himself one hundred percent. Everything else was a mystery to him, his father, where he was born, what his mother would teach him. All of that was unpredictable, which is why Smoothkit clung to his name. The last piece of himself he knew. "Oh, my name is Smoothkit." There wasn't much emotion behind anything, but his eyes glowed with a cocktail of emotions when he stated his name.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]out of fear for getting someone's name wrong, i never use names
it's a bad habit but it works
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]Rank: kit, almost apprentice
Hair Length: short
Fur Color: light brown male with black stripes, blue-green eyes
Scars/Other: he's pretty chubby for his age
References?: avatar, tags
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;] "would you like us to take you back to our home. we have food, and the nursery will be warmer than out here. i'm sure you would feel safer there."
Could this be true? Were these felines truly going to allow him access to their home and share their food, warmth, and everything they knew? Breathing out, Smoothkit's orbs widened a great deal. They were serious about this. Tears once more gathered in his eyes. Starclan he was a wreck. "Really? Thank you, thank you!" The kit would respond with a small twinge of excitement, but also awe. This was more than he could have hoped for.
"You can stay however long you want, Smoothkit,"
Finally, the tears came cascading down his chubby cheeks and they hit the snow before vanishing. Home. The word felt so foreign in his mind, and it felt slightly taboo to even think about. He had a home, after everything, perhaps he could have a home here. Standing up shakily, the tom would take a moment to wipe at his eyes. He was so overwhelmed. "Thank you." He'd respond before waddling a little bit forward. "Do you all have names?" He'd sniffle as he attempted to waddle through the snow, it was harder than it looked.
"i can show you around, if you'd like."
Turning his teary gaze over to the Littlepaw, the male would swallow. "I just want to get home, I'm cold and hungry." The male would shiver slightly as he tripped and landed on his belly. Getting up quickly, the tom would breathe out.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]Cue Smoothkit, his little chubby body outlined in the sunlight and his green-blue eyes peering in the Warrior's Den. He wanted to make sure that everyone had eaten, mostly because he felt horrible about waking up late last night and eating a whole mouse by himself. It was a nervous habit, stress eating, caused by his night terrors. "Uhm, sir? Have you eaten yet?" The kitten would ask in a slightly nervous, but mostly curious voice. He didn't even know this feline's name, mostly because he himself had just recently showed up. Padding a little bit into the den, the tabby would perk his ears.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]"You sound bored, are you okay?" The words slipped out of his maw as the chubby little tom walked, or rather waddled over towards the bored apprentice. He wasn't sure if he truly was bored, perhaps he was angry or just tired. Still, his words were out in the public now, they had been said and he wasn't one to go back on his words. Puffing up his recently groomed fur, the kitten would lash his tail once.
"Oh, also my name is Smoothkit. What's your's?" He'd tilt his head as he blinked his green-blue eyes. He hadn't seen this feline before, which wasn't surprising because he had just joined extremely recently. Sitting down on his hindquarters, the tom kit would await a response or two.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;width:440px;line-height:120%;text-align:justify;font-size:10px;font-family:verdana;]Stories? The tabby kitten would lash his tail as he waddled over. The male would blink his wide blue-green eyes as he looked around. There was no one that he really wanted to sit next to, truthfully, except for Raggedstar. Making up his mind, the tom kit would curl up extremely close to her. Hopefully she wouldn't mind, but she was warm.
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